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LIBRARY of CONGRESS 

Two CoDies Received 
MAY 19 1904 

Cooyrlffht Entry 
CLASS ^ XXc. No. 

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no 4 



Copyright 1904 by William Wells Newell 
All rights reserved 



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NUMBERS 

T 




i. Sunrise-Song 


1 


9 


ii. Salutation 




10 


iii. Desire 




11 


iv. Well. Wishing 




12 


V. Inquiry 




13 


vi. Love-thought 




14 


vii. Love's Measure 




15 


viii. Love and Time 


17 


ix. Motherhood 




18 


X. Infancy 


11 


19 


xi. The Fountain 




23 


xii. Welcomes and 


Partings 


24 


xiii. Enchantment 




25 


xiv. A Glance 




26 


XV. A Nayword 




28 


xvi. The Mended 


Viol 


29 


xvii. No More 




30 



xviii. In A Far Country 31 

xix. Shadows 32 

XX. At The Gate 33 

xxi. The Land Of The Lost 34 

xxii. Fairies' Hill 35 

xxiii. Red Rose Wood 38 

xxiv. The Minstrel 40 

XXV. Exorcism 4 1 

xxvi. The Wreck 42 

xxvii. The Lonely Ocean 43 

xxviii. The Fount Of Tears 44 
xxix. The Well of The World's End 45 



III 



XXX. A Birthday 49 

xxxi. Snowdrop 50 

xxxii. Bluebird 5 1 

xxxiii. Hepatica 25 

xxxiv. Houstonia 53 

XXXV. May Morning 54 

xxxvi. Catbird 55 

xxxvii. The Sower 56 

xxxviii. The Scarlet Tanager 57 



xxxix. Indigo Bird 


58 


xl. Song-Fore^ 


59 


xli. At The Window 


60 


xlii. Rose Of The North 


61 


xliii. Dawn- Music 


62 


xliv. Sunrise 


63 


xlv. Sunset 


64 


xlvi. Lake And River 


65 


xlvii. The WeU 


67 


xlviii. Moonlight 


69 


xlix. Star-shine 


70 


1. The Reaper 


71 


li. The Gale 


72 


lii. Olive-Thrush 


73 


liii. Mountain-Brook 


74 


liv. The Mountain 


78 


Iv. The Forest 


80 


Ivi. The Land 


82 


Ivii. The Surf 


84 


Iviii. The Lighthouse 


86 


lix. Fringed Gentian 


87 


Ix. Coronation 


89 


Ixi. Antumn Leaves 


90 


Ixii. Blue Sky 


91 



IV 



Ixiii. Decoration 95 

Ixiv. For the Sea 98 

Ixv. Greeting 99 

Ixvi. All Saints 100 

Ixvii. All Souls 101 

Ixviii. Requiem 1 02 

Ixix. The Cathedral 103 

Ixx. Recompense 1 04 

Ixxi. A Star 106 

Ixxii. Funeral March 107 

Ixxiii. Adieu 1 1 

Ixxiv. Linnaea 111 

Ixxv. Water-lilies 1 1 2 

Ixxvi. Rebirths 113 

Ixxvii. The Temple 1 1 4 

Ixxviii. Eroica 1 1 5 

Ixxix. Ex Voto 1 1 7 

Ixxx. A Memory I 1 8 



Under the title "Words for Music" appeared 
in 1895 a collection containing about one third 
of the pieces now included. The series, though 
not formally announced as symphonic, was anima- 
ted by kindred intentions, and may be regarded 
as an imperfect sketch. I have therefore preferred 
to retain the appellation. 

No. 21 is a version of an Italian folk-song; 
Nos. 22 and 23 of ancient Danish ballads. No. 
44 was suggested by the "Orpheus" of Corot. 
No. 47 is founded on the custom of "carolling" 
holy wells , on a particular day of the year , with 
intent to assure the abundance of their flow. No. 

63 refers to the ceremony of Decoration, as ob- 
served in 1878 at New Rochelle, N. Y.; No. 

64 to a rite in memory of shipwrecked fishermen , 
annually performed in Gloucester, Mass. No. 65 
was written for the Chicago Exposition of 1893. 
With regard to No. 11 , it is to be remembered 
that a grave often formed the essential part of 
a temple, as indeed Christianity itself is founded 
upon a sepulchre. No. 78 has relation to the 
Twelfth of February. 



Earthly is varying pleasure, 

And mortal vanishing pain, 

But holy the garment of Music, 
Enwoven out of the twain. 





UNRISg SONe^ 



Lovely in orient 
Wakeneth Light ; 
Music from Silence, 
Morning from Night. 

Peacefully fragrant 
Bloometh the hour ; 
Well if the huit be 
Fair as the flower ! 

Born of blue Ocean, 
Darteth a beam; 
Window and pavement 
Glimmer and gleam. 

Over the City 
Orbeth the Sun ; 
Labor ariseth, 
Day is begun! 



^V«?LUTATrON> 



White cloud on high that motionless remaineth, 

Far sails a-shme, 
Immortal Love, that in blue heaven reigneth 

And heart of mine. 



Green marge, where lies yon sapphire-winding river 

In sunny rest, 
Gray spire , whose admonition warneth ever 
My childhood-nest! 



Lo hither one, who clambereth to meet me, 

On highland way ; 
From stranger, for a comrade I will greet thee. 

And praise the day ! 



to 



in 



Arise on my spirit lonely, arise with thy 

radiance dear, 
Like a star that lendeth to ocean its lustre 

silver and clear. 
With the air of thy bosom's breathing sweet 

breath to the flowers give. 
In thy murmur and thy silence let the soul 

of the music live. 



Each life will be grateful, and render its 

present to make thee blest. 
The many lamps and the lustres a jewel 

to bind on thy breast. 
The garlands that fall in the chambers 

a wreath to twine in thy hair, 
The feast be thy beauty's garment, and 

thine be the presence there . 



11 



IV 



ffl^LL - ^ISHIN0 




Thought, go for me 
Over land and sea ; 
Early or late, 
Linger and wait. 

When falls the hour. 

Become a flower, 

At feet to lie 

Where a friend passeth by. 

For perfume's sake. 
The flower he will take, 
To breathe its air. 
And carelessly bear. 

On he will go, 
Thoughtful and slow: 
How came it here. 
All dewy and dear? 



12 



'tymtJIW 



A crimson bud of your wreath, 
Secure in its clinging sheath , 

You strewed o'ernight ; 
I rescued and thought no more , 
Yet bore it homeward , and bore 

Your low good night. 



I woke with the dawn of day; 
Joy-breathing, beside me lay 

A rose of light . 
I muse how the flower came ; 
Reply , if it be the same 

You strewed o'ernight . 



13 



VI 

Love rnouem 



The lake art thou, beloved, 

When the sunrise daw^neth o*er ; 

My thoughts, they are water-lilies, 
That float and blow by the shore. 



The forest art thou, beloved, 

Full leafy in warm July ; 
My thoughts, they are crimson roses. 

That twine and blossom by. 



The heaven art thou, beloved. 

All holy at still midnight ; 
My thoughts, they are stars of summer, 

That beam with a peaceful light. 



14 



vn 
love's A£/?SUR£ 



Beloved, tell, 

If thou lovest me well. 



I love thee with days, as many as be. 

And I love thee with all that the day-beams see ; 

I love thee with every river that flows, 

I love thee with the heart of the rose. 



Yet tell, yet tell, 

If thou lovest me well. 



I love thee with nights, so starry and deep, 

I love thee with all the kingdoms of sleep ; 

I love thee with many a radiant star ; 

I love thee with moons, that golden are. 



15 



Yet tell, yet tell. 

If thou lovest me wel 



I love thee with the blue eyes of a child, 

1 love thee with his lisping mild ; 

I love thee with the orient morn 

On the brow of youth when the spirit is born. 



Yet tell, yet tell. 

If thou lovest me wel 



I love thee with sorrows, I love thee with tears, 
I love thee with wreck of the darkening years ; 
1 love thee with the silence and peace 
Of angel who waiteth for soul's release. 



Cease, cease to tell. 
For thou lovest me well. 



16 



Vlll 



Immortal Time decreed without redress 
From earthly fair a fairer to express. 
With loveliness build higher loveliness. 
Such love inheres in Time. 

Herein lies love , that law by heart to know, 
Of Time's swift-running tide a wave to go. 
From self toward dearer self decline and flow, 
Till Love and Time are one. 



17 



IX 
MOTli£RHOOJ> 



Mary gave to Jesu birth, 
In her arms had heaven and earth 
So clasp I thee ! 



Mary lulled her babe to sleep, 
Slumber calm did Jesu keep. 
Hush thou for me ! 



Mary knelt above her child, 

Jesu opened eyes and smiled. 

Smile thou on me! 



Jesu held out arms so blest, 
Mary caught him to her breast. 
So take I thee! 



18 



X 



Eyes blue and clear. 
Large, orbed, and dear. 
Where Joy and Fear 

Alternate sway ; 
That laughter keep, 
Are veiled for sleep. 
Now earnest-deep , 

Now wide as day. 

Twin founts, where flow 
The bliss and woe 
Of long ago , 

That purer meet; 
Twin Aprils, fain 
To drop in rain. 
Then beam again , 

More dewy-sweet. 

Mild heavens, a-shine 
With pledge divine 
In rainbow-sign 

Serenely born; 
Fair prophecies 
Of suns to rise. 
More calm and wise 

Than ever morn. 

19 



II 



XI 
TH& FOUNTJJCfN 

The water flowed, and the water shone. 



She rested her jar on the fountain-^one; 
The water flowed, and the water shone. 



* Give me to drink of thy water cold , 

rU pay thee with silver, I'll fee thee with gold ." 



"Thy silver and gold, they are IWe to me; 
I pour for another, I pour for ihee." 



She held to his lips the pitcher a-gleam, 
She shed on his palms a silvery ^eam. 



" Thou hast quaffed thy fill of the flowing well, 
Thy fever is past, I bid thee farewell." 

23 



XII 



pacOM^S '^"»^J»tRTIN(3S 




Pure round of the dark-blue ocean ! 

Wide ring of the foam-wreathed sea! 
A choice between welcome and parting 

Thy circle offereth me. 



From biflows haughty approacheth 
A ship under press of sail; 

She flingeth the spray from her quarter. 
And over the wave doth prevail. 



Behind, toward horizon declineth 
Another erewhile as proud; 

Look aft where her topsail shineth; 
Or only a glimmering cloud ? 



24 



XIII 




^^#%s^ 



A mariner floated with indolent sail, 

In month when the mead-lily bloweth. 

The coast was robed with a silvery veil, 
While the salt tide oceanwzrd floweth. 

The sea- vapor lifted a glimmering while , 
In month when the mead-lily bloweth. 

And granted him glimpse of a radiant isle, 
While the salt tide oceanward floweth. 

A fair maid sat on the strand apart, 

In month when the mead-lily bloweth. 

Their glances encountered, heart to heart. 
While the salt tide oceanward floweth. 

The curtain came down upon harbor and land , 
In month when the mead-lily bloweth, 

He was carried away from her blossoming strand. 
While the salt tide oceanward floweth. 

Seven years hath he sailed that islanded shore. 
In month when the mead-lily bloweth, 

TTie maid and her marge he beheld nevermore. 
While the salt tide oceanward floweth. 

25 



XIV 

X 6t7KHCB> 



The circle swayed, as shadows 
When branches waver free. 

Its laughter rose, like surges 
Aye mounting noisily. 

Twain bartered ware of strangers. 

Phrase light or lingering. 
Till thoughtlessly was uttered 

A plain familiar thing. 

Create of common duty 

And fciith therein that lies; 

She answered, and looked upward. 
Her soul within her eyes. 

He read the cheerful service. 
Repose arising thence. 

Calm days of gentle wisdom. 
And steadfast innocence, 



26 



TTiat tide of flowing kindness 
A maiden heart may keep, 

And far below, unaltered. 

The woman's boundless deep. 

Beside them paused another. 

He bowed, and turned away; 

The look he will remember 
For ever and a day. 

Like ocean-mist, divideth 

The veil of years behind; 

She sitteth, while she gazeth 

From grateful eyes and kind. 



27 



XV 
7K N^XYWORrD 



In earnest if I love thee? or ever I reply, 
Forgive me, and remember hov^ much in love 
doth lie , 
How much doth lie. 



Love's duty and Love's passion breathe not with 

mortal breath; 
Pure love is joy and sorrow, sweet love is life 

and death , 
Is life and death. 



Indeed, I do not love thee, I love thee not, ah no; 
Indeed I cannot love thee , I care not for thee so , 
Alas! not so. 



28 



XVI 






^ 



It lieth in thy heart, I know, 

To play the movement o'er; 

The instrument will not bestow 
That favor lent before. 



With pains the tone may be restored, 

And thou forgiveness earn; 
Note after note, and chord by chord. 
The music will return. 



29 



XVII 



No more , she saith , no more , 
Her mate may I wander, wander, 
By mead, by paths of the forest, 
Hiat smiled to salute us, requite us. 
Where we twain went roaming, to cherish 
The children, the ^ars of the wild. 

Though she cometh no more, no more, 

Alone, alone, will I wander 

By mead, by paths of the fore^. 

That these may salute me, console me. 

Where we twain went roaming, to cherish 

The children, the ^ars of the wild. 

Like a danger, a Granger, they greet me, 
Commanding: "No more, no more. 
Alone, alone, dar'^ thou wander 
By mead, by paths of the fore^^ 
Where you twain went roaming, to cherish 
The children, the ^ars of the wild." 



30 



XVIII 
m 7K FAR COUNTRY 



Now prithee call me by my name. 
And kiss me on the cheek; 

So long it seems since any came 
With playmate-lips to speak; 

So few there be who any more 
The childish name will know; 

Then prithee call me as before. 
And kiss as long ago. 



31 



XIX 

sh;^pow5 



Dim courses of a ghostly board 
Supply me thrice a day ; 

About the room, in disaccord, 
Bold shadows flit or ^ay. 

They pause in passme by my chair , 
Salute, and speak the while; 

I know what semblances they wear: 
I answer, and I smile. 

Alas, if thy redeeming hand 

Were reached to render aid. 

And guided me from shadow-land, 
Wherein I float a shade! 



32 



XX 



Chill falleth the eve of October, the twilight 

grows yellow and cold, 
Now herds have returned hrom the pasture, now 

sheep are safe in the fold; 
The lamps are lit for thy banquet, the candles 

are lighted o'er; 
Bestow a boon on the roamer who chanteth 

beside thy door . 



Command thy porter to open, 't is little he doth 

require , 
The crumb that remains from thy table, the seat 

that is free at thy fire. 
To ^and apart with thy servants, be cheered by 

thy mirth as they, 
Repose in thy porch for a midnight, and wend 

with the morrow day. 



33 



XXI 
TH£ LAND OF TH£ LOST 



At deep of night, in lonely bower, upon 

a muse I fell ; 
A gentle dream conveyed my soul where 

fallen spirits dwell. 

They seemed so sad , they looked so fair , I 

gazed and marvelled long; 
A single shape, a face I knew, came 

forward from the throng. 

"Dear friend, she cried, dear parted friend, 
't is pleasure thee to greet; 

Ere thy return , a kiss bestow , thy lips they 
are so sweet ." 



I kissed her lips, "Herein," she said, "I seal 

thee mine, dear heart; 
For thou hast kissed, thy home is here, O 

never to depart." 



34 

L.cf: 



XXII 



FXiafs 




ILL 



He hunted by hill, he hunted by fell; 

When died away the twilight-beam, 
A cloud of sleep closed over his eyes. 

And his heart grew faint with a dream. 

He lighted down near an oaken grove, 
By the rein his courser he bound; 

His head was propped on a gnarled root. 
In face of a fairy mound. 

Came midnight, oped the fairy doors. 
The halls within were a-shine; 

A lady ^ept forth from the Fairies Hill, 
To serve the Granger with wine . 

She bore in her hands a silver grail. 

As she passed to the hunter's place; 

She stooped to his seat, and proffered the bowl; 
The twain gazed face to face. 



35 



Sweet sister, is it truly thou? 
And, sister, farest thou well? 
Is it joy to drink of the fairies' cup. 
And with the fairies dwell? " 

Hie silver slipt between her hands, 
The liquor on moss was shed : 

"More fortunate she at our mother's door 
Who shareth the dole of bread, 

And happier one who shivering waits 
For the robe of a mercy cold, 

Than it is to be fed of the fairies' feast, 
Arrayed in the silk and the gold!" 

My charger hath a flying speed ; 

Sweet sister, mount behind, 
And I will bear thee so far away, 

That the fairies can never find. 



36 



"Will carry thee hence to a shelter safe, 
Where nevermore needest thou fear 

To be charmed by the charm, and spelled with 
the spell. 
And be ruled by the fairies here." 

"And if thy ^eed were winged with thought, 

So far thou couldst never go , 
But I must be back in the Fairies Hill, 

Or ever the dawn doth glow." 

The cloud of sleep closed over his eyes, 

He fell to dreaming anew; 
When next he awaked, the dawn was gray, 

And cold on his forehead the dew. 



37 



XXIII 

R£D-ROSe-WOOp 



When I was young, and a simple youth, 
A-wooing behooved me to ride; 

I rode as far as the red-rose-wood. 

And it pleased me there to abide. 

I lighted down at the red-rose-wood , 

I fell on a slumber deep; 
Forth from her bower came the fairy queen. 

To waken me out ot sleep. 

Forth from her bower came the fairy queen, 
In mine ear low murmured she: 

"Hark what I say, thou beautiful youth. 
Tonight to dwell with me?" 

"To-night with me, thou beautiful youth," 
She murmured low in mine ear, 

"And my damsel shall sing thee a fairy song. 
If it pleaseth thee to hear." 



38 



The damsel was wise , she knew her lay , 
Such spell of delight she began, 

That the rushing river she bound to be still, 
The river that swiftly ran; 

The rushing river she bound to be still, 

That poureth over the linn; 
The trout who darts in the foamy pool , 

Did stir with never a fin; 

The stag who leaps in the red-rose-wood, 

Was fleet of foot no more; 
The chanter upon twilight bough, 

His melody was o'er. 

The fairies were dancing out and in, 

They danced all in a band; 
I gazed and gazed, poor simple youth, 

While I leaned my head on my hand. 



39 




XXIV 



R£L 



"Fair dweller of this garden, 

Pale-cheeked and sorrow-mute. 

Why flaunt the garb of minstrel, 
Yet lonely leave thy lute?" 

" I sang for merry-making 

On high where turrets rise. 

Beheld the sad hearts aching 
Below their festal guise, 

The buds a frost hath blighted 
Or ever bloom began, 

The v^ongs that ne'er are righted, 
The curse man meteth man, 

Life not to be recorded 

In measures, that combine 

With yonder sweetly-chorded 
And gentle lute of mine." 



40 



XXV 

Exorcism. 



Tonight my mind is darkened 
By cloud of mortal pain; 

Bestow on me thine harping, 
Bestow thy voice again. 

Tonight pale faces haunt me, 
And eyes of lonely woe; 

Bestow on me thine harping, 

Fair child, thy voice bestow. 



41 



XXVI 



(fH?^^l\£gK^ 



At lowest ebb of the ocean, I wander on 

twilight strand ; 
The wreck of a sturdy schooner lies bedded 

in yellow sand. 



Above her skeleton blancheth, gray barnacles 

gather below ; 
Long pools of glimmering water lie crimson in 

sunset glow . 



I stare upon whitening timbers, I marvel at 

radiance free ; 
Arise and bury thy conquest, O tide of the 

triumphing sea ! 



42 



XXVIl 
THE LONgLY OC8AN 



A blue and lonely ocean 
Encompasseth an isle ; 

With many-voiced motion 

It soundeth all the while. 

A merry infant playeth 

With never-wearied joy , 

Beside a pool delayeth 

To launch his floating toy. 

Time Cometh, when he pleases 
To dare the shining sea; 

He flieth before breezes, 

White sail, and billows free. 

'Twixt hope and terror only 
He tosseth by and by, 

A waif on ocean lonely. 
Beholding sea and sky. 



43 



XXVIII 
TH£ FOUNT OF TETKRS 



Sweet fountain, to thy lilied brink 

Let lovers go , 
There hand in hand kneel down , and drink 

Thy healing flow . 



For me, who neither hope nor sigh, 

Thy cup is oe'r; 
Alone I wander, and draw nigh 

Thy marge no more. 



XXIX 



rnt wren of 



"What water to this twilight dell 
Doth lonely glimmer lend?" 

"Fair wanderer, t is called the Wei 
Of the World's End." 



"Pray, is it sweet, the rivulet, 
That icily doth flow?" 

"Its virtue maketh to forget 
Desire 



"What duty thine, who linger est late. 

Pale feature veiled o'er?" 
"Dear child of earth, I am thy Fate; 



Inqui 



uire no more . 



45 



Ill 



XXX 

7K ;BiRTHDAY 



A thrush upon a maple-bough gave all his 

mind and sang; 
The hill was green, the maple bare, both 

road and valley rang. 
I listened to the lay afar, I heard the tune 

anear ; 
The burden went: "Fair Earth today is 

younger by a year, 
Fair Earth today, fair Earth today, is younger 

by a year." 

Or if I came, or if I went, the voice would 

not be mute , 
It chanted on in sweeter change than viol, 

harp , or lute . 
I learned the melody by heart, it chimeth 

in mine ear ; 
The burden went: "Fair Earth today is 

younger by a year, 
Fair Earth today. Fair Earth today, is younger 

by a year ." 

49 



XXXI 



Where yearly in childhood 
Her candor shone , 

A white lady waiteth 
By threshold-stone . 

While driveth horn ocean 
The eastern gale , 

She lingereth patient , 
Pure, and pale. 

Roses and lilies 

Will blow again ; 

Hither hies Summer 

With blooming train . 



Her love-letter beareth 

The snow-maiden here 

Who tidings declareth, 
Drooping and dear. 



50 



XXXll 
BLUifBIRI) 



Here halteth the winter, March-morning is mild; 
Down garden-path danceth a merry child, 

"Ah, welcome, sweet, welcome, sweet, 
welcome!" 



Before him floateth a piece of the sky; 
He ^ealeth behind, to follow and cry: 

"Ah, welcome, sweet, welcome, sweet 



In apple-tree hangeth a jar for his nest; 
Will Heaven be pleased in our orchard to rest? 
"Ah, welcome, sweet, welcoire, sweet, 
welcome!" 



51 



XXXIII 

While the forest, the forest, awaketh 



Naked are oak-boughs , 
Barren the wild ; 

Blue eyes behold me, 
Azure-mild . 



I muse on their brightness. 

Starry-free ; 
'T is the soul of the woodland 

Gazeth on me . 



Half friendly her glances, 
Half foreign to mine; 

I carry her color 

In heart to shine. 



52 




nousronm 

When summer's new, 
A floweret blue 

Doth meadow bless; 
Fair maids, day after day. 
With petting love-names pay 

Her friendliness, 

Sky.flower, Starlight, 
Angel, Eye-bright, 

Babe Blue-eyed; 
Admire her beauty staid 
With Nun, and Quaker-maid, 

And words beside. 

Our maidens here 
The flower endear 

As Innocence, 
For love of her mild ways. 
And trusting infant gaze 

Of confidence. 

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53 



XXXV 




Purple and pink is the twiKght of May, 

Fresh of a morning early; 
Awaken the birds with the waking of day 

And 1 love my love so dearly . 



Apple-blossoms are blithe to see, 
Fresh of a morning early; 

Green are the leaves of the maple-tree, 
And I love my love so dearly. 



An oriole builds on a hanging bough, 

Fresh of a morning early; 

Hark, to his mate he calleth now, 

And I love my love so dearly . 



54 



XXXVI 



^ 



The sun shines, the rain falls, the green boughs 

waver on high , 

That way warble the others , while mew! 

go I. 



From wayside-bush the catbird gray 
Mocketh the airs of the orchestra. 



Their making of love he'll sweetly present, 
Then mingle his laughter impertinent. 



About the song-book I hear him range, 
Chanting and piping in endless change. 



55 



XXXVII 




h W^^R^ 



Now airs breathe sweet, 
Now singers greet 

The morn with carol blest; 
On elm- tree high , 
Four blue eggs lie 

In every robin-nest . 



The sower of the fresh field, a careful man 

is he; 
He casteth on the brown land his seed in 

handfuls free. 

The sower of the fresh field, a gentle heart 

hath he; 
He hath nor wife nor children, nor innocent 

roof-tree . 

The sower of the fresh field, a virtue doth 

he own; 
He careth for another's as if it were his 

own. 

56 



XXXVIII 

THE SC5C^RL8T T^Nn^fiR 



A flame, a wandering fire, 
With wavering desire 

From bough to bough, 
Thou winged, wondrous thing! 
Of glad, of golden spring 

The soul art thou, 

A flame, a wandering fire. 

Thy ^ange, thy scarlet gleam, 
Will glisten through my dream 

The livelong year ; 
O pure, O holy May! 
O blithe, O blessed way 

I travel here ! 

A flame, a wandering fire. 



57 



XXXIX 

iNpreo ;BmD 



To my gate came a Joy 

When morning was new 

Gave me leave to enjoy 
A wing deep-blue ; 

From my glances, coy, 
Far, far, he flew. 



If I knew where my Joy 
May nest and reside. 

Secure from annoy , 

By some wild brook-side 

Mine hour I'd employ 
To gaze and abide. 



58 



XL 



In roamings of the May, 

To every sweet thing 
That hailed me on the way, 

I answered greeting ; 
With flowers like <>lars that shone , 

Changed welcomes many a one; 
For the friend , for the friend alone , 

Who all deserved, had power to render 
none. 



How, if each lesser fair 

Salute obtaineth , 
While she for whom I care 
No guerdon gaineth? 
Because, when her I leave, 

I part from everything. 
Of wavering lays I weave 

A wilderness, where she may dwell and 
sing. 



59 



XLI 



Near my window wide 
Dwelt side by side 

A bluebird-pair, 
Now flitting, and now 
In a hollow bough 

Residing there. 

Debate they made, 
If the lining were laid 

By bluebirds' law; 
Would twitter and sing. 
Then rove, to bring 

A shred, a straw. 

Flower-months are gone. 
And the ne^lings flown; 

Yet I tarry, to view 
The couple rest, 
A ruddy breast, 

A wing bright-blue. 



60 



XLII 
ROS£ OF THS NORTH 

Alone, alone, with the morning. 



[ sit among the beach-grass beside a southern 

^rand ; 
[ hearken, while the ripples fall plashing on 

the sand. 

The wild rose bloometh lonely along a northern 

shore ; 
Below lies gray the granite, dark-blue the wave 

before . 

Far north the wild rose bloometh in beauty 

without cease; 
Her color and her odor refresh my heart 

with peace . 



61 



XLIII 



In birthtide-hour of the morning, 
Melodies come to me: 



When a holy rose of Aurora 

Blooms over a darkened lea; 



When silver dawnlight clingeth 

In the net of a vaporous sea; 



When scarlet honor crowneth 
The rolling of billows free; 



In the birthtide-hour of the Morning, 
Melodies come to me. 



62 



XLIV 



Lo falleth o'er yon eastern height 
A beam of crimson fire! 

To thee, pure fount of song and light! 
I lift the golden lyre! 

Enamor thou the in^rument, 

Endear each thrilling chord; 

Make every tone obedient 
As arrow of its lord! 

From skies by thee illumed today, 
And lands thou shalt behold, 

A glory render, that the lay 

Rise full and clear and bold! 

And when thine happiness may leave 
TTie west with roses crowned, 

As grateful let the hymn of eve 
In peace and honor sound! 



63 



XLV 

SUHSET 



Make voices rhyme once more 
With plashing of the oar, 
While we row, while we chant to our rowing. 



Cloud-castles of the sky 
Take fire and flame on high, 
While we row, while we chant to our rowing. 

The lake before the bow 
Lies fairy water now, 
While we row, while we chant to our rowing. 

Let twilight-roses die , 
To bloom in memory. 
While we row, while we chant to our rowing. 



64 



XLVI 






Blue heaven thou beholdest 

With eyes deep-blue and glad. 
In white and shining lilies 

All innocently clad . 

THE LAK.g^ 

Thou failed from the mountain, 
Thou flowed by the hill; 

A thousand singing ^eamlets 
TTiy rushing torrents fill. 



65 



THE^^T^ 



£Ro 



Mild roses of the sunset 

Upon thy brea^ remain, 

So pure the heart thou yielded, 
Devoid of selfish ^ain. 






THE LA 



Thy broad and gleaming splendor 
Hath nought to envy mine, 

When o'er empurpled water 
Deep twilight- glories shine. 



66 



XLVII 




HT^-fiLt^-x 



Arise, arise, sweet fountain. 
Where dimple of the mountain 
Enfolds thy well, abounding 

Its rock below; 
Like infant who awaketh. 
And gently sleep forsaketh, 

A smile bestow ; 
Arise, arise, sweet water, sing, sing, and flow 

From forth thy cradle creeping, 
Adown the glen haste leaping, 
Such tireless freedom keeping 

As children know ; 
A moment pause, and after 
With babble and babe-laughter 
Rejoicing go ; 
Arise, arise, sweet water, sing, sing, and flow. 



67 



Wear purple of the dawnlight, 
Stream azure in the sunlight, 
Foam silver, when the moonlight 

May dreamy grow; 
With melodies of playtime 
Run laughing, while in Maytime 

Flower-rainbows glow ; 
Arise, arise, sweet water, sing, smg, and flow. 



Expand among green rushes, 
Enlarge to grateful freshes. 
Where cool neath alder-bushes 

Roam cattle slow ; 
Neath meadow-bridges loiter. 
Where tiny bare feet patter 

To and fro ; 
Arise, arise, sweet water, sing, sing, and flow 



68 



XLVIIl 



The breathing of Ocean 
Is peaceful to-night ; 

The golden Moon bindeth 
His bosom with light. 

Her glory in heaven 

Doth reign and prevail; 
Its torches she quencheth 

In mystery pale; 

The chamber she floodeth 

Where calm thou dost lie 

Thy dream be illumined 
As water and sky! 



69 



XLIX 

STKR~SHIN£ 



Eyes that behold me, 
Show love that enfolds me. 



"What are the ^ars, my little maid?" 
"Pinholes to let through the light," she said 

"And what is the moon, now tell me plain?" 
" No more than a cloudy window-pane . " 

"And how of the sun, dear teacher mine?" 
"A door for the brightness of heaven to shine. 



70 



L 

TFf6 R£AP£R 



Where wavered the rye, 

Now corded sheaves lie; 

Let every life be content with its share 

Of dew, and sunshine, and blithening air. 



The rye he lay warm under winter-snow; 
In the spring of the year he was eager to grow. 

He rejoiced in the sun and the rain so free; 
His green acres rolled, like the waves of a sea. 

On reaping car sitteth a driver small; 

The red horses pace, and the yellow ears fall. 



71 



LI 

An angry gale waileth 
With wakening might; 

In sleep-robe a lady 
O'er-roameth the height. 

Below her the valley 
Lies darkling there ; 

She casts to the night-wind 
Long ^ands of her hair. 

"Wild temped," she calleth, 
"Encompass my form ! 

Through midnight exalt me, 
A soul of the ^orm. 

I'll fall upon fore^, 
Pine-trees I'll bow, 

0*er ocean foam-bordered 
Furrows I'll plough , 

I'll waver with columns 

Of merciful rain. 
Pale Summer reviving 

From faintness again!" 

72 



LII 
OUVg-THI^yStt* 

A pathway climbing red or green 

Through closely-tangled evergreen , 

Fresh air replete 

With balsam-sweet , 

And a voice, one thrilling voice only, 

Lest he who mounteth be lonely. 



Gray lichened ridges granite-bold, 

Green forest falling fold on fold, 

On naked heights 

Mild mountain-lights , 

And a voice, one thrilling voice only, 

Lest he who pauseth be lonely. 

A pale and cloudy sky o'erhead, 

A paly sea cloud-islanded, 

Pale western hue 

Of cloudless blue , 

And a voice, one thrilling voice only, 

Lest he who gazeth be lonely. 



73 



MOUI?rKlN^ROOKi) 



Mid gorge of the mountain, 
Where evergreens dwell , 

A hemlock-darkened 

And shade-loving well, 

Pale mirror- like fountain, 
G)ld, silent, and clear. 

At margin imprinted 

With hoof of the deer, 

From covert escaping, 

Descendeth the steep 

With many a childish 
And silvery leap , 

In mossy cleft hideth 

Where dripping ferns grow 
O'er granite ledge glideth 

With shimmering flow , 



74 



Pure-falling , transparent , 
In poureth and out 

Of pebble-paved basin 

Where harbor the trout, 

Way- weary , reposeful , 
For loitering's sake, 

Expandeth to azure 

And wind-wooed lake. 

Refreshed , rejoicing , 
Outdanceth again 

Neath fir-root, and birches 
That mantle the glen. 

Cool shadow desireth, 

An amber-fresh ^eam. 

Of sunshine requireth 
A glint, a gleam. 



75 



Is hidden by timber, 

That bridgeth its course, 
Memento of stormy 

And rain-rushing force, 

Delays, where a comrade 
Or clamber eth by , 

Or springeth to boulders 
That islanded lie ; 

Or lower, or louder, 

The summerlong day 

Aye chanteth , chanteth , 
One varying lay , 

One magical music, 

Like human elf , 
Who wandereth , humming 

A tune to himself, 



76 



A melody , murmured 

All yester-night, 
A movement to render 

When morrow is bright 

O'erheard by a danger, 
Who marvelleth there 

What feeling or fancy 
That carol declare , 

As laughing, the water 

Flows vocal and hee. 

To merge with the tidal 
And infinite sea. 




^^ 



77 




LIV 



mi^iAovuMAm 



I tarry on dome of the mountain, while morn 

breatheth azure and clear; 
Around me like couchant leopards lie brown 

hills tawny and near; 
Yon deep lake of darkening purple hath 

silver marge to behold; 
A mantle of fresh-shining fore^ falls thither 

fold below fold. 



Far ranks of the northern highlands, now 

cloudless range beyond range. 
Retain color of sunlight and wisdom, 

undarkened by shadow of change; 
Clear round of the holy horizon enringeth 

broad ocean-miles, 
Here freedom of wayfaring waters, there 

order of channels and isles. 



78 



Tomorrow a bank of the sunrise will wander 

in from the deep, 
Envelop harbor and headland, encompass 

meadow and steep; 
Today I have paused on the summit, today 

beheld from the height; 
I shall view the roof of my cottage, and the 

world in a morning-light. 



79 







•^^-^^^.a^ 



Wild harp of the lonely forest, thy many 

voices prepare 
To sound in a single music, be born amid 

golden air ; 
Deep joy hath he in the fore^ who liveth 

and reigneth alone; 
The spirit of every creature doth breathe 

and blend with his own. 



Gray stones o*erlichened and stained, green 

leaves that waver and shine, 
Young oaks that mantle the highland, and 

sun-lighted ^ems of the pine. 
Pure waters that gather and glisten in 

silence from mosses fed. 
Strange world of shadows and marvels, and 

blue-gleaming sky overhead. 



80 



Dark curve of the eastern ocean , glad chain 

of the radiant west, 
From morn to even unclouded, apparelled 

in sapphire blest. 
Mine heart is free and rejoiceth, aware of 

rhymes that belong; 
Wild harp of the lonely forest, prelude the 

chords of the song. 



81 




LVI 

Tff^ LAND 




A green land, 

A sweet land, 
Of founts freshly-flowing, 
Pure lakes azure-glowing, 
Free ocean-winds, blowing 

On granite ^and; 
Thy friendship be^owing. 

Green land! 

Sweet land! 



A green land, 

A sweet land. 
Of fore^ extending. 
High pa^re ascending. 
Low river-mead, lending 

Flower- wealth to the hand; 
Thy bloom-magic lending. 

Green land! 

Sweet land! 



82 



A green land, 

A sweet land, 
Of highland far-shining. 
Horizons defining, 
With sunsets combining 

Or golden or grand; 
Like Heaven far-shining. 

Green land! 

Sweet land! 



83 



LVII 



%l^i^UAF3 



I pour from the deep 
In cataract green. 

Over reef I leap, 

A fountain sheen, 

Pinetree-high; 

By and by, 

The cliff I smite 
With thunder-might! 



Amid chasm I boil, 

Swarm over the ledge. 
Like serpent-coil , 

To fore^-edge; 
Among crags I play, 
With rocket-spray 

Enveil them all; 
Cascading back, 
Rock red and black 

I sheet vv^ith silver waterfall! 



84 



As Moments flow on the ^and of Time 
I beat forever, in cadence and rhyme; 

Million-handed I tear, 
Cloud or shine, 

Earth flowery-fair. 
To make her mine; 

Mine shall she be. 

Whelmed in a sea 

Shore-free ! 



dS 



LVIIl 
THe U0HTHOU5£ 



A mild and wakeful beacon 

Glows lonely o'er the deep; 

Above its crowning lantern 
Do scornful waters leap. 

Now boiling surges eddy, 

Now welling billows pour; 

Resounding breakers thunder 
Along a granite shore. 

Homeward, a swift sail neareth 
The pure and friendly light; 

A moment more, it veereth, 

Concealed by foam and night. 



86 



LIX 



Ere October days 
Set the fore^ ablaze, 

In our marshes low 
Doth a flower blow. 

With sunshiny hue 
Of purple-blue , 

Like heavens, that shine 
Over mountain-pine , 

Save silvery cloud 
For fringes allowed , 



87 



To waver and glow 
When west-winds blow. 

Though blossom decrease , 
To yon daughter of Peace 

Belongeth an art, 
In the gazer's heart 

With beauty that shone 

In months which are flown, 

To mingle the morn 
Of Summers unborn . 



LX 
CORON7>JTION 



Blue shone the heavens over, 

Deep blue lay waters beneath, 

While Hours were crowning October 
In pride of a victor wreath. 

With a flower-like garland they crowned him, 

Of honor blithe to behold; 
In emperor's mantle they gowned him, 

Embroidered of scarlet and gold. 



89 



LXI 

AUTUMN i:LSiV^S 

Earth-mother mine, alas, and alas! 
That youth and bloom like a vapor pass! 
Thy mantle brown, that ageth toward fall, 
Doth fold like a wan and funeral pall 

O'er my love, o'er my hope, that lies burie 



Share rather with me the World-builder's mood, 
Who gazed on his work, and behold, it was 

good! 
Lo, I enlarge for a token to thee 
A rich and a crimson canopy 

O'er thy love, o'er thy hope, that lies buri< 

90 



LXII 






Now calm and tender blue 
Doth confidence renew, 

And care release. 
Though westward may remain 
One thought of yester rain, 

A silver peace. 



The wide eternal sky, 
Where past and future lie. 

Doth sunshine keep. 
And over Autumn*s march 
Maintain a holy arch 

Of color deep. 



91 



IV 



LXIII 
DSCORT^TION 

TENOR 

From forest and fountain-sweet meadow, 

Remainder of the spring 
1 carry in color-bright palmfuls 

To make mine offering; 
Let their sacred and starry freshness 

Betoken what homage I bring. 

SOPRANO 

By the friendly and bountiful garden 
Were granted clear honors I bear; 

I paused where ancient lilacs 

All freshly are blooming there; 

A fragrant peace of the household 
My clustered branches declare. 



95 



BASS 

Each heart with its silent ^ory, 

They came from workshop and plough; 
No letter recordeth a legend, 

No stone doth a title allow ; 
The mound that covered a foeman 

Is reckoned a comrade's now. 

ALTO 

Dear child, until worship is over. 
Retain me firm by the hand. 

As hushed in a row with the others, 

Near the foot of a grave we stand; 

Lay down thy blooms for a token. 

When the trumpet chanteth command. 



% 



QUARTET 

While Hate o'ercloudeth no longer, 

And Love may sunshine recall, 
'T is right the riches of Summer 

To render memorial; 
Lo, forth from their mortal sowing 

Hath harvest of ours been born. 
As after December shines April, 

And Night is the mother of Morn. 



97 



LXIV 
FOR TH^ S^A 



The lives that Ocean hath garnered, 
To them let Ocean be true; 

For the wave our roses and laurel, 
For the wave our lilies and rue. 

Who reposeth from duty and danger. 
What matter where he sleep, 

In bed of the wandering waters. 

Or below Life's Cormier deep? 

The lovers whom Love hath forsaken 
To hardship and lonely years. 

Require the comfort of sorrow, 
Demand the mercy of tears. 

For us the raiment of mourning, 

TTie emblems of honor for you; 

We cast our roses and laurel. 

We throw our lilies and rue. 



98 




LXV 



Before the tides of Atlantic, 

That flow so clear and so cold, 
By feet of the shining Sierras, 

By western Gate of Gold, 
Where billowy tides of the prairie 

Roll green under skies of light, 
In glens of the leafy highland, 

On fields where the cotton is white; 



I hail thee, I greet thee, my brother! 

Receive the heart and the hand. 
In name of the bountiful parent. 

The dearly-beloved land! 
She weareth the mantle of plenty, 

She reigneth from sea to sea; 
As wide as the realm of the mother 

Let thought of the children be. 



99 



LXVI 
7KLL SAINTS 



Today I keep holy, 
Tomorrow thou; 

So in life did the saints 
Adored now. 

Thus petal by petal, 
Enfolded blows 

The flower of the hagrant 
And mystical rose. 



100 



LXVII 
TJILL SOULS 



A holy tree as ancient 

As Time himself is old, 

Doth starry glories ripen 
Of lustre manifold. 

Like orbs, whose guardian splendor 

Can pacify the night, 
For one beheld, a million 

Unthanked bestow their light. 

The dimmest fruit and farthest 
Doth aye a seed contain. 

That if the parent perish 

Would make it rise again. 

With all the roots that nourish, 
And all the buds that blow. 

And all the leaves that waver. 

And all the globes that glow. 



101 



LXVUI 



From northern cold, how bloomed yon lily blest? 
To beauty cherished on Nature's breast. 

Will dear companions sigh above his grave? 
While fore^s murmur, and while grasses wave. 

Who harboreth his Thoughts, their lover gone? 
No after-friend; they trusted him alone. 

Where gain of life, now he hath found repose? 
Indeed, a bluer sky, a redder rose. 



102 



LXIX 

THS cath£tdH5o;l 



A builder, of bright marbles all, 
Heaped high a minster-stone; 

The insolent and heartless wall 
Did right nor reason own. 

A lover spent a silent while. 
And carved an angel-face; 

Behold the warrant of the pile, 
Adore the temple's grace. 



103 



K^cowgpgNsg 



For every gentle ray 

That beamed upon the way; 

For eyes, where heavens shone, 
That earth might briefly own; 

For love allowed to dwell, 
Too pure and deep to tell; 

For lives, with joy and woe 
Full like a river*s flow; 



104 



For hearts, whose channels bare 
Were parched by earth's despair 

How answer rightful claim 
Of every separate name? 

They do not so require; 
One guerdon they desire, 

A roof secure and wide, 
Where none may be denied. 



105 



LXXI 
7K STAR, 



"Friend, sweet friend, 

I would make a song. 

Of thee a song, 

Thou small star. 

Thou shy star, 

That hidest so deep in the heaven." 

"Friend, make no song, 

Of me no song; 

Make a song of my sister. 

The bright moon, 

The pure moon. 

Her in whose glory I veil me." 



106 



LXXII 
FUN£R}9vL /AKRCH 



Let earth to earth be resigned; 

Rest in peace. 
Let soul with soul be enshrined; 

Rest in peace. 
As thy deed, so thy memory lowly. 
To love alone shall be holy; 
March, march, in order and slowly. 

Rest in peace. 

The comrades who battled about thee. 

Rest in peace. 
What task will be theirs without thee? 

Rest in peace. 
Thy pride, adversity scorning, 
Their beacon, their hope, and their warning. 
Beheld the night like the morning, 

Rest in peace. 



107 



For fate severe wert thou singled; 

Re^ in peace. 
World's woe for thee hath been mingled 

Rest in peace. 
Thy crown, of sorrow's designing, 
Showed thorn and lily entwining, 
No laurel, no myrtle combining, 

Rest in peace. 

Alas, that so hath befallen! 

Rest in peace . 
Thy flower ungathered hath fallen; 

Rest in peace . 
No maid, in thee for her lover, 
May deep under discover. 
Clear height over height above her, 

Rest in peace . 



108 



With hero's heart hast thou ^iven; 

Rest in peace. 
A soldier's life hast thou given; 

Rest in peace . 
We make no lamenting o'er thee; 
Forgive the sigh, we implore thee; 
Thy right of calm we restore thee; 

Rest in peace. 



109 



LXXIII 
ADlSU 



From throng apart I saw her stand; 

The train drew forth ; she waved to n 
A dear farewell, she kissed the hand; 

At morn, between us rolled the sea. 

I wandered over many a land; 

I hoped with her once more to be; 
Today I see her kiss the hand. 

While evermore doth roll the sea. 



no 



LXXIV 



We wandered where the path was red 
With fallen needles of the pine; 

Behold, below our footsteps spread, 
Pink-flowering, a slender vine. 

A graceful vase, a tiny bell, 

That brimming perfume overfills; 

Too timid near mankind to dwell, 
*Tis fled to solitary hills. 

She knelt to breathe the perfumed air. 
She lifted palms of ecstacy; 

Less pleasure mine in blossom there, 
Than part in her felicity. 

New wine of summer sweetly fills 
Pink chalices remote from men; 

But I must climb remoter hills, 

To find my flower in bloom again. 



in 



LXXV 
WKT£R~UU£S 



I carry white water-lilies, white lilies of 

^arry grace; 
I lay them beside her bosom, I twine them 

about her face. 

She lieth serene and stately, adorned with 

her beauty the while; 
Out of a tender silence on me she seemcth 

to smile. 

1 leave the light of mine eyes, I leave the 

hope of mine heart ; 
Beloved, be^ow thy peace, thy peace with 

me to depart. 



112 



LXXVl 
R8BIR=tHS 



When early summer weareth 
Dawn-colors of the year, 

Sweet Memory declareth 

Her mind in flowers clear. 



Then bloometh out of longing 
What love did there reside; 

Of life to man belonging, 
Doth Love alone abide. 



113 




<< 



^ 



LXXVII 



My temple bright 
I made on a height, 

Wide earth below ; 
Of marbles strange 
Did columns change 

In many a row. 

Each glorious wall 
Was storied with all 

That gods befell; 
In outer court, 
For world's resort , 

A healing well. 

Pure holy days 

With robes and praise 

Did clergy keep ; 
Alone divine , 
One grave, one shrine. 

To kneel and weep. 



114 



LXXVIII 



Remembrance and honor we owe thee, regard 

and thought that are thine, 
Today be gratefully chanted in vows at thy 

martyr-shrine ; 
Thy courage that mounted with danger, thy 

mercy that ripened through pain, 
Mid bloom of awakening summer will flower 

and grow fruitful again. 



For thee, when mantle of May-tide adorneth 

the orchard-land. 
Young lovers who breathe of the perfume will 

silent go hand in hand; 
Por thee, when pride of October enlargeth 

the hope to behold, 
Shall he move, a priest of thanksgiving, in 

raiment of crimson and gold. 



115 



For thee in a chorded music will billows march 
rolling forth, 

Triumphal rise tones of the tempest, and life- 
bringing gales from the north; 

O'er thy peace shine a million ages, where 
every star hath his part; 

Like the wave of a flowing water , their anthem 
beareth the heart. 



116 



LXXIX 

ex\©To 



Pilgrim, chance-inmate of our ho^el, let 

Thine heart be peace, accept a wel- 
come free; 
Who made the hospice, destined it for 
thee, 
Through thee to pay some portion of a debt. 

What creditor, what obligation? Know 

No more, than let thy fantasy conceive 
All life from life in lifetime may receive. 

Thou 'It never sum what total he doth owe. 

The loan he hath no freedom to requite, 
He shareth as the lender would desire. 

For his soul's sake, from thee he doth require 
Below the roof that tranquil be thy night. 



11 7 



LXXX 



A lamp I know of a merciful ray; 

It burneth forever, by night and by day. 

It maketh a safe and a pleasant room ; 
It shineth far, if deep be the gloom. 

The darkness I welcome for love of its grace; 
My lamp hath the light of a holy face. 



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